My Poetry, Short Stories

Death and Decaying.

First, she lost the waves of strawberry blonde that ended at her waist. Then she lost her mouthwatering skin, a bright and throbbing red like a bed of ripe and ready strawberries in a strawberry field. She used to have a tasty, round figure that everyone would drool over, but now she’s dry, with off-black… Continue reading Death and Decaying.

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Adventures of a Bookworm

How I Ended Up with Frank Bill.

  Work was cancelled today, so I took a detour to Alexander Book Company which is right across the street from the bus stop. I looked through a shelf of books and decided to see if they had a book I’ve been stalking on Amazon for months, but too cheap to buy. I asked them… Continue reading How I Ended Up with Frank Bill.

My Opinions

A Sicilian Romance: The Clues and Cues of Colors

With the rise of the gothic genre in the 1700’s, philosopher Edmund Burke established a theory and analysis on different elements in gothic texts that drive the plot to sublimity. One of his elements he dives into is the use of lightness and darkness and its impact on readers. In literature, writers often play with… Continue reading A Sicilian Romance: The Clues and Cues of Colors

My Poetry

Cracks

What is narrow? The cracks between the concrete squares of the sidewalk are narrow. As much as people are looking down on their phone, we never seem to notice those cracks...   They say if you step on a crack, you break your mother's back. However, if you step on a crack, you may just… Continue reading Cracks

My Poetry

Bedtime Story

Toss and turn, from left to right. Keep your eyes shut with all your might.   Blanket up, or blanket down. Keep your eyes shut without a frown.   Lights on, or lights off. And remember, keep your eyes shut you little goff.   …   You’re still not dreaming, so you repeat. And repeat.… Continue reading Bedtime Story